Lyrical Breakdown of THank god 4 me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "THank god 4 me" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how ScHoolboy Q weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "THank god 4 me" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that ScHoolboy Q employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to ScHoolboy Q's narrative.

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What's going on? Ayy, ayy What's going on? What's going (going, going) Ayy, ayy Uh-oh I swear to God my whole thang been wicked Tried to keep the peace but all I piece around is bitches (bitches) I see the topic now but everything is snitchin' If it's allegations, you snitchin' then I promise, nigga (Hold on) Thank God for me, all my bitches gon' lie for me Thank God for me, lil' G-Wag' and the Tesla's cheap Thank God for me, all my niggas gon' slide for me All my niggas gon' "shh" for me Nigga, go to hell, you went fed' (ayy) The white bitch do what I said (ayy) You rap niggas stay on your period The truth been coming out furious (ayy) My neck piece looking like Paris The Maybach, me and her married I look down, nigga, that's scary (ayy) The rat tails need to get buried You hanging on to it, now, barely Move on, nigga, that's clarity Came home, nigga, that's scandalous Caught red-handed on candid (ayy) Bitch-ass nigga, you fancy IG lookin' like Bambi Real life, nigga, no GRAMMY's Big watch, nigga, it's glossy Quick flex, gotta get off me (yeah) Get back, nigga, you awful Shoe shine, nigga, keep dancing Catalog really extensive Big fees, one of my features No cheese, one of my secrets Blue lips, really I'm speechless What's going on? (Huh?) Shit gettin' tricky out here, my nigga, what's going on? He tellin', he tellin', he tellin', he tellin', who tellin? What goin' on? ('86) (Man, it was supposed to be a secret) On God, you niggas lame (on God) On God, you niggas shady (on God) On God, you niggas AIDS I'ma fuck who I want, on God With a hoe right now, on God (on God) I'ma fuck her in the face, on God The American dream, hoorah Why these police-ass niggas going live? He live? We slide (oh my) We slide (ayy) Fuck her in the face, hoorah I done ran from the porch, just vibes Heard a real ass nigga won't die Shit, a legend like me can't die I'm alive, who lie? I've been popping this shit since nine Few times, more times If I go out right now, I'm fine If I died right now, I'm fine Where the mirror at, hoe? I'm fine (ayy) Got a bucket at home, still mine Got the same lil' 'Rari that climbs (yeah) I shine, big time Boy, you gotta catch up, you blind (blind) Got a girl, dark skin, she fine (fine) Okay, rewind (that's mine) Got a new lil' thang that grind Got a best friend with her, that's mine Uh-uh, keep tryin' (tryin') If you couldn't do the work, why sign? Want the money or you wanna inspire? ('Spire) 'Cause the same old crying getting tiring You liar, you fired (fired) The bullshit we on The chain on neon The frostbite on my wrist you cling on The dead weight on my back just get on I tongue kiss syrup in the white, hold the Leon I put gold seats in the house just to pee on I used to be on Percs, Xanax, that was kudos The money got too big, cash on sumo (huh) Thank God for me, all my bitches gon' lie for me Thank God for me, lil' G-Wag' or the Tesla's cheap Thank God for me, all my niggas gon' slide for me All my niggas gon' "shh" for me (ayy) Check it, yeah Check it, check it Check it, yeah